My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 326

Riyana blinked and stepped back, breaking the moment. “Are you expecting someone?” she asked.

Jabco turned and walked out of the room toward the door.

Something about it made Riyana uneasy, so she followed him.

When he opened the door, two men came into view.

“Mr. Grey,” one of them said respectfully, “these are the clothes you ordered for Mrs. Grey.”

Mrs. Grey?

The words hit her hard.

No one ever called her that. No one even knew about their marriage.

Jabco stepped aside, and now she could see them clearly.

Riyana’s eyes widened in shock.

Two tall men stood at the door, both broad-shouldered, dressed in black suits. They looked intimidating, the kind of men you’d expect to see standing behind a crime boss, not delivering clothes. Even in suits, they carried a dangerous aura.

Her gaze dropped to one of their necks.

A long tattoo stretched up from his collar.

She swallowed.

She knew bodyguards often had tattoos, but this one was impossible to miss. It only made them look more frightening.

Jabco turned to her and placed a garment bag in her hands.

“This is your dress for tonight,” he said.

Riyana finally tore her eyes away from the men and looked at him.

“Didn’t I already say I’m not going?”

He didn’t argue. He didn’t push.

Instead, he tilted his head slightly and said, “Alright. If you don’t want to go as my wife, then go as my secretary.”

Then, almost casually, he added, “I thought you liked Elara White.”

He pointed toward the painting hanging on the wall.

Riyana followed his finger instinctively.

Her breath caught.

Elara White.

She stared at the painting, her heart betraying her again. She clenched her jaw, annoyed at herself.

Jabco watched her quietly, a faint knowing look in his eyes.

He didn’t need to say anything more.

He already knew he had won this round.

“And,” Jabco continued, his tone unchanged, as if they were discussing the weather, “he will be your driver from now on. He’ll take you wherever you want.”

He gestured toward one of the men.

The man stepped forward immediately, posture straight, movements disciplined.

“Hello, Mrs. Grey. I’m Cristo,” he said, bowing his head respectfully.

Riyana froze.

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